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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/6/2017 12:45:28 PM
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[i]"Y'look better than okay, and th' best compared to anyone else 'ere."
JT was far too used to nights of combat and drunken hazes in bars. Tonight, however, he knew was quite different. A night in which social graces were his sword, shield and coat of arms adorning it. He briefly thought about the woman who taught him (and the brother that recommended her) back home all those years ago, but in nothing more than a friendly reminder of the people who had helped him.
"So, you ready?" [/i]
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"[i]We're[/i] the best, compared to anyone here. Can't forget you," [i]Irina merely grinned, as she would lead her partner into Camelot's darkened interior: lights flashed throughout the place, yet it was purposefully dimmed, as Irina would take to a booth on the side. She didn't have too big of a preference, but.. it provided a semi-alright view of the functional lake beside the place.[/i] "Guess this works fine, for a spot?"
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[i]"Absolutely," JT said as he took a seat, across the table from where Irina would be, of course. [/i]
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"Good.. great, actually." [i]As drinks would be served to the two, Irina would sigh, almost in a relieved manner. She seemed to want this to work out, it seemed.[/i] "So, about your kiddo, Nat.. just came to thought, but should I bring another midget along? Arianna, I mean. Сoсky little shit, and I'm decently sure that she's whоring off to some kid named Bedlam. I think you two met in Amoridia.." [i]Irina definitely tried to avoid the topic of their bad confrontation, though the look on her face suggested that she believed in failure, at that effort.[/i] "Not trying to bring over the whole damn family. That would be.. roughly a thousand clones, thanks to a certain alien. Don't get any ideas, either, they're all still midgets - except for Sam, Ari, and Adri. Jesus, I need some new name ideas."
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[i]"Sam? Pretty sure I know 'er girlfriend, I can get her over t'occupy her for a bit too." JT was referring to Carmine, Spymaster of Ahaven. He knew that Jerven and Francis could keep the city running well enough for a day while Carmine was out. "And if I brought Nat, trust me, th' one -blam!-ing Bedlam would have someone on the side for that night. Lass is a -blam!-in' whôre." [/i]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 12/8/2017 12:31:19 PM"Mm. I could try to work with her. Don't give me that "[i]she's devoid of all hope[/i]" shit. Seriously.. as long as she isn't сutting herself to death for shits 'n giggles, I can at least chat with her. Get her to quit throwing herself around, from bed-to-bed." [i]Irina had a genuinely serious attitude, yet a seemingly caring one as well. This was her more.. motherly side, supposedly, kicking into gear. She didn't know if JT gave a shit about Nat - though when the STDs started rolling him, he may have.[/i]
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[i]"Thank ya Irina, though she's beyond anyone's control right 'bout now." JT reached into his pocket and grabbed a tiny USB stick from his jacket, which he had inserted into the Tac-Pad in his arm. The screen fizzed to life slowly and after a few button taps, it started to slowly display a light blue hologram on the table. Documents, facing Irina. "I ain't exactly human, so by extension Nat's only half human. Biologically m' people 'ave an increased séx drive up until they're about forty years old - The -blam!-er that made me decided he wanted t' spread his creation through the world. Master Race and all that shit." [/i]
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"Damn.. it wouldn't hurt to try, though. I hope." [i]Irina would peer throughout the documents for only a bit, though she would return her gaze to JT soon enough: while she was attempting to learn more scientific and genetic terms and such, mostly so that she could use her capabilities for actually supportive things if the time came.. which was exceedingly difficult to employ yet, she was at least trying.[/i] "Still, I'd like to meet her. I think you'd trust me enough to not land beside her, in bed. I'd hope, anyway."
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[i]"Honestly I don't give a shit who she sleeps with, just the frequency of it. Biologically I should expect it of 'er, I was worse at her age, though she just does it so damn much." JT was starting to get rather... Uncomfortable. Talking about his daughter and her séx life was just an unappealing topic for him, in all honesty. "Anyways, what're yer kids like? And I'll bring Nat." [/i]
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"Mm. Ari's basically Nat, except I'd expect Arianna to be on the more hostile end. Plus she's.. already worse than me, on that topic. I never got into romance and shit until roughly a year ago. Panta's real happy and shy. Teenage girl, fifteen, acts like a five-year old. Arianna found her and took care of her for a few nights, I took her in then. Mion's.. unique, I guess. Twelve, but she acts like a fuсking scientist. Still a great, quiet little kiddo, but she's already a bit of a realist. All girls.. and Ari's a clone. One of the few thousand that the pink alien has, because God forbid that this place ever sees the last of me." [i]The last line was eerily sarcastic, as if Irina found her presence on Tatakai a pretty bad thing, and many would agree: she was a murderer, an enemy of the Dojo turned ally, and another constant reminder that the Dojo had taken in yet another monster behind it's walls, at least before she took out to a remote place nearby Dojoville.[/i] [i]Soon, drinks would be served, alongside menus. JT would notice a few "couple options" - meals for two, with a significant discount available.[/i]
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[i]JT was never a stingy person who went for discounts - When money is no issue, you tend to go for the most expensive things in life. At least, if you're the cowboy. "Any ideas on what ya would like?" [/i]
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"...The couple things sound okay. Steak and such, always ran with a more carnivorous diet. If we're.. y'know, couple material."
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[i] I'd say we are, yeah?" [/i]
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"Hey, just checking sweetie." [i]Irina smiled a little, as the waiter would then leave to depart the order upon the chefs in the kitchen.[/i] "So.. what is Christmas, anyway?"
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[i]"You want a religious version or a normal version? Because one is about a baby, and the other is an excuse to feel like shit with a glass of eggnog while yer drunk aunt Karen is gettin' hammered on red wine." [/i]
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"I don't have an aunt named Karen." [i]Irina would jest, in an obvious, exaggerated tone.[/i] "Though.. I guess the second version works out. Religion's not exactly been a big part of my life, though I wouldn't say that it's too late to at least bother with it."
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[i]"Yeah, you got yer whole life ahead of ya to pick a god, if ya choose to." [/i]
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"Mm. So this Christmas shit - give me the basic gist of it. It's a holiday, right?"
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[i]"Yeah, biggest of the year in most places. Back home on Felghast, the typical Christmas had someone throwing a small party - Not the kind where y'get hammered and find someone [b]to[/b] hammer, more like where y'go and hang around. You give gifts, and if it's the 26th, everyone opens 'em. Different traditions do it differently but usually you'd end the night with a nice meal for everybody." [/i]
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"Getting hammered in two different ways, huh.. I'm too much of an introvert, the first has always been with another person or just myself when the kids aren't home. But the second.. I think I could find a special someone for that. But.. I like the sound of it. It sounds like a time of the year where you can just settle down, look back at the past year, and.. be happy." [i]At the thought of it, Irina would then smile, just a little. Before then taking quite a gulp from her wine, nodding a little yet.[/i]
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[i]"That's exactly what it is, yeah. It's been commercialized to high hell, but it's still a novelty concept. One that people need to focus on more to keep it from being so novelty."[/i]
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[i]Irina would be silent, for a few seconds, though it seemed as if she was deeply considering the holiday. She would nod then, sighing a little.[/i] "Maybe it would end out alright. The Christmas thing, I mean - assuming I don't fuсk up, and that Ari doesn't fuсk up either. But I think it'll be alright, first time celebrating this anyway."
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[i]"I'm sure neither of y'all will -blam!- up, that's my job," JT said with a sarcastic tone and a chuckle that joined it. [/i]
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"The last thing that I even went to that was [i]comparable[/i] to a party.. I got drunk as hell, fuсked Athena.. seems like the usual for me, but it's not. Things didn't necessarily work out for us." [i]It wasn't that Irina was unfaithful - well, she was, but.. Athena had seemingly disappeared, then reappeared again, only to disappear once more.[/i] "Though I'll come around. Straighten Ari out so she doesn't end up prеgnant or drunk as hell, bring Panta so she can chill out.. it should be alright."
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[i]"Yeah, I'm sure th' kids will be alright to hang out for a little bit. If not, I have a theoretical degree in biology and enough booze to wash away a bad memory." [/i]
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"Heh. We'll have to see how much booze can wash away the memories of Yharnam in general." [i]Irina would jest, while she was far from serious - to lose memory was to lose pieces of yourself. Physicality falling apart was already bad, but one's mental structure being degenerated was one thing that Irina actually had a distaste for.[/i]
